I don't know how long it is until the ambulance arrives. I don't respond when the paramedics swarm out, and I don't react when they pry me away from Cyd. All I see is the scene replaying in my head- the shove, the crash, the scream, the blood. Oh, the blood... There was so much blood.

I whimper softly, watching them gently lift her broken body. I tell them to be careful, because I think she's hurt. I know she's hurt, I do, but that's just what comes out of my mouth.

This is my fault, I think. If Ihad been paying attention, she wouldn't have had to save me. Worse case scenario, it would be me being loaded onto the ambulance, me slowly dying. Not Cyd. I would have gladly switched places with her.

It's against protocol, but since I'm in shock, they let me ride in the ambulance with her. I don't let go of her hand the entire ride. But I don't look at her. I can't.

The paramedics say she should have died on impact. I say, no, she shouldn't have, because she shouldn't be on the brink of death at all. They ignore me, instead talking about how tough she is. That, I can agree with, because it's true. She's the toughest girl I know. I can't make it without her.

"Will... will she be alright?" I ask as we pull into the hospital. The paramedic smiles sympathetically.

"I don't know, hon. I don't know."